One of the joys of cycling in France are the town markets. One day a week, the main street in town fills with small booths selling everything from antiques, to produce to socks! Today we rode through Lourmarin on market day. I've been to many of these markets over the years, but this one really stands out. There was a wide variety of items and everthing seemed of very high quality. There was none of the flea market feel that I've had in other markets.
So when confronted with dozens of fresh food stalls, what's a group of hungry cyclists to do? Build a picnic, of course! We bought roasted chicken, potatoes, at least 5 kinds of cheese, sausages, ham, fresh bread, olives, peaches, pears, wine, pastries... and we laid out our spread next to a reservoir a few miles out of town for a wonderful picnic under clear blue skies.
A few souvenirs and gifts were also bought for loved ones at home. Oh, and Tim Hughes made his annual purchase at the sock stall. :-)